I've been spending alot of time at my friends house lately helping him rebuild the motor for his chevy truck. I leave my GS in his driveway right infront of the Garage. At least three or four times this week this little pontiac sunfire has been going up and down his street. He seems to like the sound of his rice can which seems to be the only thing hes done on that car. He drives up and down my friends street slamming his foot on the gas rapidly so it sounds like hes reving as he goes by my friends house, you can tell its an auto by how he does it. Everytime me and my friend look up to see him rolling by with a big grin on his face and seat all the way back. Well yesterday i got sick of him and his chick car. He drove by once so i told my friend Josh "if he comes by agian, get in my car". We keep tooling away on his engine and soon enough we can hear the retard on wheels coming down the street. We both dropped our tools and whent running to my car. Im turning the key as he passes behind us. That 350 fires and im dumping the clutch. I fling out into the street backwards and whip that front end around. Back into first gear and im smoking them down the street. Its only a 25mph zone and i am on his bumper in no time. ( i wish i coulda seen his eyes when he say what was happening) I follow him onto M-15, God bless because there was a red light right after the turn. I pulled into the other lane and the kids already got it in neutral and reving at me. I bring the revs up a few time and bam its green. I pop the clucth, take my foot off the gas and hammer it down agian to remain some traction. I wasn't looking to good i was concentrated on the rpms and what was ahead of me. But i knew i had pulled clear of him as i brought that Hurst into second. Im in third and the lanes merge. I swing over and hes way back. Red light coming up quick so i slow it down hard. He comes rolling up behind me and sits there. Im looking into the rear view mirror trying to catch this kids expressiong but hes got his face down and looks pissed. The light turns green and im on for show now. I rev up and pop it agian. This time i keep them spinning, hazed thouse tires just sitting there and slowing gain traction and go. Between the smoke in my car and the intersection i could tell job well done. We turn around and make it back home. We get back into the garage laughing and talking a whole lot of crap and sure enough the sunfire drives by on his way home, Real quit this time no reving, and this time it was us with the stupid grins on our faces.
Sometimes ya gotta do what ya gotta do. :3gears: Maybe little fart can boy will find a new route to take. :laugh:
He must not have had the huge wing, neon lights and Japanese writing to go with the fart cannon that would have made his ricemobile REALLY fast - lol!!!! :laugh:
I know with the extreme aerodynamics of his wing and the lights to make his car fast, ida been done.......lol
